After a life-changing accident, I woke up with no memory and a stranger by my side, claiming to be my fiancé. I couldn’t remember him, but I trusted him, until my dog’s strange behavior made me question everything. Was this man really who he said he was, or someone else entirely?
You never think something terrible will happen to you.
It was just an ordinary evening. I was driving home after hanging out with a friend, listening to music, singing along, feeling happy.
But in just one moment, everything changed.
A car came speeding around a corner and crashed into me. The collision was the last thing I remembered.
I woke up in the hospital and was told by the doctors that I’d been in a coma for a week and a half. They said I was lucky that I didn’t end up disabled after such an accident.
But I didn’t feel lucky.
I had partial amnesia. I remembered my family, my closest friends, my dog.
Some memories were still there, but I didn’t remember where I worked.
I couldn’t recall the address where I lived, though I remembered what the house looked like.
But the most important thing was, I didn’t remember him. The man who, according to the doctors, had stayed by my side every day I was in a coma.
The man I saw when I woke up. The man who said he was my fiancé. Derek, that was his name.
I looked at him and saw nothing but a stranger.
“Why doesn’t she remember me? She remembers her family, her friends, why not me?” Derek asked the doctor.
“With partial amnesia, this happens sometimes. The patient loses only part of their memories,” the doctor explained.
“We’ve been together for almost a year and a half.
We’re engaged. We were planning the wedding. What am I supposed to do now?” Derek asked.
“You can talk to her about your relationship, show her pictures, maybe it’ll help bring back her memory,” the doctor suggested.
“Maybe?
What if it doesn’t work?” Derek asked.
“She’s already fallen in love with you once, maybe she’ll do it again,” the doctor said before leaving the room.
After that conversation, Derek never came empty-handed. He’d bring me our photos, gifts he’d given me, and tell me stories of how we met, our dates, how we moved in together. But…
“I’m sorry, but I don’t remember any of this,” I told him.
“It’s okay, we’ll get through this together,” Derek reassured me, taking my hand.
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